Luna Chelsy

Chapter 3.

I scowled as I looked down at the form in front of me. I don't want to go into great detail. Nobody should feel sorry for me here, please. Oh, the poor, troubled-family-born she-wolf—no, this is my fresh start. I realise that all they want is access to old packets' family trees, medical records, and other data. Heck, I seriously doubt Cedar Falls or the TRTC ever received any of my info. If I leave it blank, more questions will be asked.I'll stick to the basics in hopes that it would quell their curiosity.

A pack previously included Blood Oak and Cedar Falls. Families with a Beta or Warrior rating. Neither a family nor a pack.

wolf's grey hue.

Additional questions about relatives, contacts, and

I'm unable to provide any additional information, not even about what we want from the pack. I look around the room and see that the other three shifters who came to Clear Creek with me are receiving sponsors from Beta Mason. Jessica, a sweet and reserved woman, will work in the kitchen, and Noah, a jerk, will work in the accounting department. The tech security area will be overseen by Peter, who has a nerdy appearance. Noah and Liam were close friends, which is typical for trashy people. They all gently moved out of the meeting room, leaving only me there. I don't see any more people in this area who could support me. That nobody else wants me here is good news. Thank you, Goddess. I try to contain the fear that is swelling inside of me as I pick at the flesh around my nails, keeping my eyes on the ground. Should we take you to your accommodations now? Beta Mason grinned at me from below and said.

I look up at him and he says."You will live on the second story of this pack house, together with the other single soldiers. Naturally, I'm in charge of organising the patrols' training schedules along with Alpha William. For anything you require, I'm your man. He motions for me to follow Beta Mason.

As we exit the meeting room and make our way to the second floor, he continues by describing the layout of the packhouse.The washing facility is accessible through here, and each suite has its own bathroom. The second story is for the warriors.

He points to a set of stairs and says, "Myself and Alpha William live on the third floor. Your room will be right here. He twists the handle of a door by the bottom of the stairs and says, "Make yourself at home." Your patrol and training schedules are on the desk. I have some business to attend to, but I'll be downstairs if you need anything, Chelsy. He nods at me before locking the door behind him.

This room is far nicer than the one I had at TRTC.A large bed with luxurious bedding, a walk-in wardrobe and even my own TV are located over the desk. The loo is equally nice. A wide, roomy shower with glass doors is located across from a vanity that has lighting all around it. I decide to wander through the second level to pass the time. As I proceed down the hall, I notice the furnishings; they are significantly different from those in the pack house at Blood Oak, which were less cosy. White and black were the only colours available. It just had one level and a communal area in the middle, but over the preceding seven years, that may have changed.

The Silver Blue Pack's Alpha was my dad. Life there wasn't always awful; in fact, up until my mother's passing, it was mostly great. While on patrol, my mother was assassinated by several thugs. After that, Dad was never the same; I was eight years old. The grief changed him. It changed everything in some way.

The memory sends shivers down my spine. I leave the horrible recollections behind and go back to my room. Before tonight's ceremony, I feel like I need to get some rest.

Chelsy

I'm seated at a table with Noah, Peter, Jessica, and Grayson, and I can't help but watch as Alpha William speaks to the pack as I'm starring at him. Grayson looked wonderful, in my opinion. But compared to Alpha William, flok is nothing more than a nibble.

He has the physique of a s*x god. He had chocolate brown hair that was tousled flawlessly and that was longer on top and shorter on the sides. He was at least a foot taller than I was. His piercing blue eyes matched the hue of the nearby rivers. His razor-sharp jawline was precisely delineated by a small amount of scruff. Under his well-fitting dress shirt, I could see every protruding muscle. His rolled sleeves reveal big, corded forearms, which caused me to squeeze my thighs together.

He was not an Alpha who spent all day at a desk.

Having to work for his tan, his skin shone.

working in the sunlight. I wish I could scale him like a tree.

I push the idea out of my thoughts. I kid you not. as if he would ever be considering me. I seem to draw oddballs like Noah, who is sitting across from me and wiggling his eyebrows, and Liam.

Gross,

An Alpha wouldn't choose to mate with a young orphan warrior. Don't get me wrong; I am confident in my ability to fight. Despite my little size, I am quick and quite tenacious. He must have thought he made a mistake by taking me on as a fighter when I saw him assessing me earlier. I'd like to think that my confidence covered up any trepidation. Dad always told that because of my size, I was weak, and that I couldn't exhibit fear lest I fail as a warrior.

He was a great fighter but a terrible father.

As I return to the main hall due to the sounds of cheering, Alpha William is waving a silver knife in my direction.

s**t, it's already my turn.

I walk over to the podium where he is standing and grin. "Chelsy will be a warrior in our ranks. We can't wait to practise with her, teach her our techniques, and include manoeuvres she can contribute to the patrols. His palm is sliced, and blood spills into a cup. Chelsy Miller, by a blood oath, I, Alpha William of the Clear Creek pack, hear by join you. When he hands me the dagger, he says, "I, Chelsy Miller, formerly of Cedar Falls, pledge my allegiance and loyalty to Alpha William and the Clear Creek Pack." I make the same cut on my palm, and as our blood whirls in the cup, I lift it to my lips before firing it back like a bullet. The pack's tether snaps into place, and I can feel it. The group cheers, and I walk back to my seat while grinning.

I'm looking out at the faces of my, hopefully, last, pack. The unfavourable ideas are gnawing at the back of my head. I don't want to let them down by coming across as second-rate pack garbage.

Suzi is gushing over the food when it is being served. She's nice; perhaps we might be friends. Making friends at Cedar Falls or TRTC was not a priority for me. My last best friend, Grandma June, made me think of my mother. When my dad's treatment of me came to light, I was overjoyed that I could move in with her. I take in the kind faces surrounding me and think that maybe being won't be that horrible after all. It was a good opportunity, as Mr. Ethan had stated. I was just a warrior here, and nobody knew anything about my history to feel sorry for me.

After eating and conversing with some of the other patrol members, I finally allowed myself to be enthusiastic. This pack will be useful.

I say goodbye and make my way back to my room. Just as I get to the second story, someone grabs my arm and throws me up against the wall. Noah waggles his eyebrows once again as he glances down at me. The same way his dark eyes are riveted on me, his gelled, pitch-black hair is fixed in place.

"Whatever you say, show me your warrior dorm," I said.